Chapter 2: Party Mandy

I sat at my desk working through a problem, slowly becoming aware of music getting louder downstairs.

Bass thumped, someone laughed, more voices joined in. I wanted to finish this one last problem before I went down to be social. The function was measurable, but the proof of it seemed harder than it should be.

I could hear the front door opening and closing, each time followed by greetings and exclamations. The party was building.

"Gah! I'm stuck. Maybe if I sleep on it I'll get it tomorrow." I said to myself.

I looked down at my clothes. Sweatpants and a faded T-shirt with a logo that meant nothing. The music got louder, I got a little aware that at 23, I'll be the old man at the party. "I dunno, some girls are into older guys, right?"

I stood up and walked to my closet. School clothes, gym clothes, home clothes. Then I found a black t-shirt with my favorite band on it, Tool. The shirt fit well enough, showing off my physique. I wasn't Jake, but I'd wrestled and done manual labor long enough, that I looked pretty damn good.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Not punk; not completely nerdy. Which was about right, I guess.

Whatever. It would have to do.

I headed downstairs. The music hit me harder as soon as I opened my bedroom door. Some trash crust punk stuff, where the "music" is not the point.

The living room was packed. I recognized faces from campus, from the wrestling gym, from random parties. Everyone was drinking, talking, some thrashing comically to the music.

I made my way through the crowd. A guy named Derek from my wrestling gym spotted me, raised his beer in greeting.

"Harman! Didn't know you lived here," Derek said.

"Just moved in," I said back, raising my voice to be heard over the music.

"With Mandy?" Derek's eyebrows went up. "Dude, that's fucking amazing," he said with insinuation.

"Yeah, she's cool," trying to paper over what was going through my head.

"Lucky bastard," Derek said. He took a drink of his beer, then gestured toward the kitchen. "Keg's in there if you want one."

I nodded and headed that direction. In the kitchen, three girls I vaguely recognized from campus were doing shots. They spilled some, then laughed at themselves, before wiping it up with a paper towel.

The keg sat in a large bucket of ice. I grabbed a red plastic cup from the stack on the counter, and filled it.

"Nice shirt," one of the girls said. She was smirking.

"Thanks," I said. I couldn't tell if she was being genuine or mocking.

"Very hardcore," she added. Definitely mocking.

I laughed. "I'm trying out a new look. How's it working?"

"You look like a math teacher trying to be cool," she said.

"OOOF, the accuracy!," I half-joked, rubbing my chest as if I'd been stabbed

"At least you're honest. And kinda cute!" she blushed and immediately turned back to her friends, and they returned to their shots. She glanced back over her shoulder, smiling, and we exchanged little flirty eyes.

I took my beer and walked back into the living room, making a mental note that I should come talk to her later. More people had arrived. The crowd was getting dense enough that moving through it required care not to spill drinks.

I spotted Jake near the far wall. He was talking to two girls, both of them laughing at something he'd said. Then I saw Mandy.

She was across the room, talking to a guy I didn't recognize. Tall, fit, dark hair, jawline so ridiculously strong it looked drawn in comic book style. I convinced myself, yeah, he looked silly and not extremely handsome.

Mandy, one hand on his chest, fingers spread across his pecs, leaned in close to say something in his ear.

A black crop top that ended just below her breasts, showing off her entire torso. The bumps of her piercings intentionally on display under the fabric. Below that she wore tiny black shorts that barely covered her ass, with fishnet stockings and combat boots. What a confusing combination of hot and badass.

The guy she was talking to put his hand on her hip. She laughed and pressed closer to him.

I took a swig and looked away. No point in torturing myself.

"Harman!" A voice called my name. I turned to see Carlos, another guy from the wrestling gym. He was with two other people I recognized from campus.

"Hey man," Carlos said. "When'd you get here?"

"I live here actually."

"No shit? With Mandy?" Carlos grinned. "How's that working out?"

"It's interesting," I said.

"I bet," Carlos said. "She's fucking wild. Did you see her at that party last month? She was making out with guys she just met, dancing with other girls and shit!"

"I wasn't there," I said.

"It was insane," Carlos continued. "She's got no filter. Just does whatever she wants."

Carlos had that buzzed, distant look. He had no game, it was written all over his face that he was just thinking about Mandy. I nodded, taking another drink.

Across the room, Mandy had moved on from the muscular guy, whoever that was. Now she was talking to another guy, this one lean with tattoos. Marcus from psych class, probably.

She touched his arm, tracing her finger along one of the tattoo designs. He said something that made her laugh, her head tilting wayyy back.

"She's definitely putting on a show," Carlos said. He'd followed my gaze.

"The one and only Mandy!" I said.

The music shifted to a new song, something with a heavier beat. Mandy suddenly broke away from Marcus and walked to the center of the room.

She started dancing by herself, trying to get the rest of the room dancing.

Her hips moved in slow circles. She ran her hands up her body, over her stomach and ribs, past her breasts to her hair. She grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it to one side, exposing her neck as she rolled her body to the beat.

People started watching. Conversations didn't stop, but attention was definitely drifting toward Mandy.

She dropped low into a squat, then rose slowly, her ass moving in deliberate rhythm. Her friends started cheering, clapping to the beat. She waved them over, to come join her, and soon the room was full of girls and a few guys dancing.

"Jesus Christ," Carlos muttered.

Mandy pulled her crop top up slightly, and looked at the guys around her, inviting them to cheer her further. The crowd, guys and girls, started cheering, some chanting "take it off".

She beckoned to her friends. Three girls broke from the circle and joined her in the center. They started grinding against each other, moving together to the music.

Mandy pressed her back against one girl's front, both of them moving in sync. Her hands roamed over her own body while the other girl's hands were on her hips. The crowd was really into it now, phones coming out to record.

Then Mandy turned and grabbed the girl's face. She kissed her hard, their mouths opening immediately. The crowd went crazy, cheering and whistling.

Mandy broke the kiss and moved to another girl. This one she grabbed by the waist, pulling her close before kissing her just as intensely. Their bodies pressed together, Mandy's hands sliding down to grab the girl's ass.

I finished my beer.

The girls continued putting on a show so good, you couldn't pay to see one like it. Because it wasn't just a show, it was girls genuinely enjoying being wild, and silly, and sexy.

Then Mandy looked directly at me across the room. Our eyes met for a second.

She grabbed the hem of her crop top. So did her three friends. In one synchronized movement, they all lifted their shirts, jumping in place, laughing at the absurdity and stupidity, and fun. The room exploded with cheers. Phones were everywhere, recording.

She held the pose for a few seconds, letting everyone get a good look. Then she dropped her shirt back down, laughing as her friends did the same.

The crowd pressed in closer, everyone wanting to be near the action. Mandy and her friends soaked up the attention, high-fiving each other and laughing.

"Maybe it's time for a shot," I thought.

The kitchen was quieter, though still occupied. A couple was making out against the refrigerator.

I poured a bit of vodka in a cup. The couple against the refrigerator was really going at it now, the guy's hand up the girl's shirt.

I went back to the living room. The dancing had shifted back to a general party atmosphere, though Mandy was still clearly the center of attention. She moved from group to group, talking, laughing, touching people.

She found Jake. I watched as she walked right up to him, placing both hands on his chest. He smiled down at her, his hands going to her waist. They started talking, though I couldn't hear what they were saying over the music.

Then they started dancing, her back to his front. His hands were on her hips, holding her as she ground against him. Her arms went up, wrapping back around his neck.

More like foreplay with music. Yeah, I was jealous, but not mad. I mean, she can do whatever she wants, it's not my business.

I turned away and joined a conversation with some people I knew from campus. We talked about classes, professors, the usual college bullshit. I laughed at jokes, made a few of my own. Inside, I was watching Mandy out of the corner of my eye.

She'd gotten a drink, she liked vodka. She took a long sip, squinted and shook her head, smiled. Then went back to Jake. They danced more, his hands roaming over her body. Her ass pressed against his crotch, moving in deliberate circles.

That must have felt incredible, I don't know how Jake didn't just fucking lose consciousness or something.

Then she left Jake and found Marcus. She pulled him toward the center of the room and they started dancing too.

I saw her take another drink. She was getting looser and less controlled.

She pulled Marcus and Jake together, dancing between them. One in front, one behind, both of them touching her. The crowd was eating it up, cheering her on. Her inhibitions were gone, not that she'd had many to begin with.

One guy pulled out a salt shaker. Mandy grabbed it and poured salt on Marcus's neck. She leaned in and licked it off slowly, her tongue dragging across his skin. Then she took another shot from the bottle. The crowd cheered.

Another guy lay down on the floor. Mandy poured tequila onto his stomach, creating a small pool in his navel. She got down on her hands and knees, positioning her face over his stomach. Then she licked up the tequila, her tongue moving across his abs.

The crowd was losing their minds. More phones appeared, everyone capturing the moment.

Mandy stood up, stumbling slightly. Jake appeared at her side, steadying her with a hand on her lower back.

She turned to him and said something I couldn't hear. He nodded. She grabbed his hand.

They started moving through the crowd, toward the stairs. Mandy was pulling Jake along, both of them laughing as they navigated around people.

I watched them reach the stairs. Mandy started climbing, still holding Jake's hand. He followed close behind, his eyes on her ass as she went up.

They disappeared onto the second floor.

People were still dancing, drinking, having a good time. I decided this was probably a good time for me to call it a night.

Inside my room, I closed the door behind me. The music was muffled up here but still audible. The party continued without me.

I sat on my bed and looked at the air vent near the ceiling. The house was old, with a heating system that connected all the rooms through shared ductwork. I was just now realizing that my room and Mandy's room shared a vent.

I heard voices through it. Muffled at first, but becoming clearer. Mandy's laugh. Jake's deeper voice responding.

Then I heard different sounds. Movement. The creak of bedsprings.

Mandy moaned. The sound was unmistakable.

I heard the bed thump against the wall. Rhythmic, getting faster. Mandy's moans got louder, mixing with Jake's grunts.

"Fuck yes," Mandy's voice came through clearly. "It feels so good."

My hand moved to my crotch without conscious thought. I was already hard, straining against my jeans. I unzipped them and pulled out my cock.

"Harder," Mandy yelled. "Fuck me harder."

The bed slammed against the wall with more force. Her moans turned into screams, each one louder than the last.

"You like that?" Jake's voice, breathless. "You like how my dick feels?"

"Yes daddy! Oh god yes! Spank me, fuck me, daddy!"

I started stroking myself, my hand moving in time with the sounds coming through the vent. The wet slapping noise of skin on skin was audible now, mixing with her screams.

"I'm your little slut," Mandy screamed. "Fuck your little slut! Use me!"

My breathing got heavier. I stroked faster, imagining Mandy bent over in front of Jake, loving every thump of his hips on her ass. Jake feeling like he just reached the status of "luckiest person to ever live".

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" Mandy's voice pitched higher. "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"

The bed was pounding the wall so hard I worried it might break through. Her screams became incoherent, just pure sound.

"FUCK! YES! OH GOD YES!"

She came. I could hear it in her voice, in the way her screams peaked and then broke into these desperate, shaking gasps.

I could vividly imagine Mandy's dripping wet pussy, hungrily gobbling up Jake's dick. Her cute little ass thrusting back, her pussy muscles squeezing uncontrollably. I could just feel it on my own dick, in that moment.

That sound pushed me over. I came hard, my cock pulsing in my hand as I spilled onto my shirt. Wave after wave while listening to Mandy's orgasm fade into satisfied moans.

I tried to drift off to sleep after that. It took a little while longer for the remaining sounds, "Yeah babe, suck it", groaning the words "Fuuuuck", then more mattress pounding and orgasms, to eventually end.